Beaches, sand, castles

This adventure begins in a seaside town called Swanage. Actually the story begins a little further north in a county named Berkshire where 6 1/2 friends (the toddler counts as half) are getting ready to hit the beach (and well really only five and a half of us were really up and getting ready- and waiting on the last friend to awaken). Anyway onward with the story...

Because we left sooooo late (feeling guilty yet mate?- I've been told I'm great at guilt trips), we were stopped in traffic on the way to the south coast. This gave us the opportunity to see Stonehenge along the way. Apparently the stones to make the "henge" came all the way from Wales- BEFORE CARS, TRUCKS and LORRIES!  How did the stones get there?

Aliens! LOL

After a few more hours in the car, we made it to the seaside after driving by Corfe Castle on the way to the beach. This was built long ago (as is everything in England and destroyed in a war--like everything ELSE in England) and is now a part of the National Trust open to all for touring.

Corfe Castle sits on Purbeck Hill and overlooks the little village from where it gets it's name.

Finally hours later......

The Beach!

Swanage Beach front was beautiful on what was said to be the "hottest day of the year in the UK!"

If you ask me, 80 degree F is just about right, not a cloud in sight! It was indeed hot enough for me to get in the sea and "swim" at least until I got a mouth full of salty water! It was a great day spent with friends playing Frisbee and burying each other in the sand. But what's a trip to the beach without fish n' chips and a Mr Whippy? (For my American readers this is fried cod with fries and a vanilla twist ice cream cone). So off we went in search of both having found a nice restaurant overlooking the shore. Exhausted, sun baked and dehydrated, we ordered food and drinks. Not a minute later my mate accidentally spills beer all over the baby (and the table). Should have stuck with water dude.